When I worked in I.T. I'd have to visit many cubicles to do PC repairs. I was always amazed that I'd be uncomfortably warm, yet most of the women in the cubes were wearing sweaters and many had space heaters (against fire codes here in cubicles) plugged into power strips (against fire codes) under their desks. I'd honestly guess that I replaced close to 100 burnt power strips over the years. And many had multiple burnt slots on them, so like, hey, my space heater melted that port on my power strip, so I'll just plug it into the next. Yikes!
When I'm sweating-hot when I come in from outside, and tell my wife it's hot in the house, she puts the backs of her hands on my cheeks and she's ice cold! In bed, she's got 2-3 blankets, and I've just got a sheet, and a fan blowing on me to keep me from sweating. Yet if you take our temperatures we are both 98.6!
Women are indeed strange creatures. I look at my wife and my mind still goes ROWR!! My wife looks at me and she rolls her eyes like "there's my carny husband."